[Chorus:YourFavouriteShady]
I'm a Spitfire, burning bright, fueling a desire
Scorching through the industry, setting it on fire
Unleashing heat with every word I spit
Watch out, fake cunts, it's time to quit

[Verse 1:YourFavouriteShady]
I'm coming in like a spitfire, blazing through the game
Calling out these fake cunts, ain't it a damn shame?
They flaunt their shit for YouTube views, seeking fame
But I'll expose their weak rhymes, ignite the flame

I'm on a rampage, no time for the weak and frail
These so-called rappers, they're destined to fail
Their flow's so predictable, a broken record's tale
But I'll flip the script, drop bombs, watch 'em turn pale

They're just puppets on a stage, controlled by the masses
Chasing clout, their authenticity isn't real, no passes
I'm here to shatter their illusions, break their glasses
With these rhymes, my verbal assassin classes

We don't play their game, we run the show
Spitfire's blazing, leaving ashes in its glow
Expose these frauds, let the world know
JMCEE, go talk your shit, man, let it flow
[Verse 2:JMCEE]
Man I wish I could say “fuck you”, but who hasn’t already?
You’re chasing that bag, after every little penny
But you’re a little bitch, that’s all you’ll ever fucking be
You’re a grade below me, that’s all you’ll ever fucking B

When you scream “You get Me?”, nobody gets shit
You chat about Shutdowns but you don’t shut shit
You’re a bald headed geezer, chatting waste on the Gram
“Don’t waste your data”, nah, don’t waste your Gram

High on a fuck load of Cap , ain’t that fucking true?
You’re famous and shit, but you ain’t ever touched glue
You’re a shopkeeper at best, you ain’t the fucking chef
Chatting waste about flames, but your ego’s getting bent

Big Smoke man, I used to admire that name
But now I find it embarrassing listening to the same
Songs, because in truth here’s what you are:
You’re a sensitive cunt, nobody gives a fuck who you are

“That’s not me” and yet you went back on yourself
If that’s not who you are, you’ve killed yourself
I miss the old you, when you were a real G
Now you sellout for cash, sold your soul for P
You got mindless fans chasing you like Flies
You’re overrated as fuck, ain’t in my Top 5
Your brother is better, even your sister is great
Ain’t true to your songs, so you’re just a fucking waste

And don’t get me started on this BS persona
You ain’t a fucking gangster man, go get Corona
Talking about being the hottest, but you can’t write proper
You can’t MC, Freestyle and you can’t diss nada

All this talk about not mentioning your name, that’s fair
But when you go back on yourself, it’s receding like your hair
Binned all your Lois V, well that was a Lie
I’ll leave this verse like Fris, I’ll leave this bitch (Sky)

[Verse 3:]
You see, this ain't your ordinary rap affair
I bring a unique style, catch you unaware
I'm out here spitting fire, watch me scorch and glare
My verses hit hard, leaving rappers in despair

They claim they're hot, but it's just a fleeting flame
Mentally crashing, their careers go up in flames
I stay consistent, got an everlasting name
Got all these rhymes, injecting a lethal game
[Chorus:YourFavouriteShady]
I'm a Spitfire, burning bright, fueling a desire
Scorching through the industry, setting it on fire
Unleashing heat with every word I spit
Watch out, fake cunts, it's time to quit